GERSHWIN, IraMy ShipMy ship has sails that are made of silk,The decks are trimmed with gold,And of jam and spice there's a paradise in the hold.My ship's aglow with a million pearlsAnd rubies fill each bin,The sun sits high in a sapphire sky when my ship comes in.I can wait the yearsTill it appearsOne fine day one spring,But the pearls and suchThey won't mean much if there's missing just one thing.I do not care if that day arrivesThat dream need never be,If the ship I sing doesn't also bringMy own true love to me,If the ship I sing doesn't also bring my own true love to me.